Even Hurricanes Have Names

~~Fayelon~~ · 02-24-2015, 02:20 PM

they love the way i walk

'cuz i walk with a vengeance

Her interest at this point was below the negative line and he honestly could careless whether or not she stole from one's turf. Pack or no, if she was hungry she will damn well hunt wherever she liked. The pup was a bug in her ear that she can't get rid of and that was ten times more annoying than being interrogated. But she held her ground and spoke only by answering his statements. " Scent-blind? No. Not giving a rats ass? Yes. See, I smelled your pack mates scent on the borders before I trespassed, but since I am not used to this kind of "order" then I sought out food in the process of entering. Giving the fact that I hadn't eaten in days of being here, I decided to take the first chance of fresh meat I could get. Call me stubborn or call me arrogant, I'm not going to starve myself because of some useless border patrol. Or whatever you hounds call it." Her foreign accent clung to the earth's biosphere, her eyes narrowed in hostility feeling the air around her start to settle in fast and thicken from the tension.

With a rich, commonly not heard of Greek accent Fayelon addressed her title appropriately. "The names Fayelon Sin'Clair. An outsider to these lands and an alpha eh? Instead of talking about them, why don't you go ahead and fetch me your alpha." Faye snapped the last part out, the muscles in her bodice stitched together to form a more intense, defensive stance that held bravery and knowledge in its wake. Sure she didn't know much about packs nor alphas, but she might as well start testing her luck while she still has some left.

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